Feel

chapter 1

It was a beautiful winter day. I hated summer but I loved the rain, the wind, the snow and the grey clouds. Today in particular, was just a nice cold day. I always used to wonder why nobody found beauty in grey and always found depression or sadness.

I guess you could say I looked at everything differently, I'm an artist you'd think I would love color more than anything.

"That's all for today thank you class." Our English teacher. Miss Bridget. She was so strikingly beautiful, and also very youthful. I respected her a lot and I think I could say the same for everyone else who had her classes

"Cat, could I please have a moment"

"Sure "I mumbled

"Your essay on secret smile was amazing, that's a lot coming from me. I find it so astounding that you can relate to such a complex book. I just wanted to give credit where it's due"

"Thank you ma'am" I said with a small smile and walked away

It was lunch time so I went to sit where I always sat. Right by the window so I could have a clear view of the sky. I didn't make much friends because I was an antisocial pessimist who didn't like much people. So I found it hard to make friends but I didn't mind being a loner at school. I had enough friends at work, I find it easier to relate to people who are older than me.

"Excuse me miss, is this seat taken" I looked up and saw the most beautiful boy ever. He also looked like trouble. Typical jock if you asked me

"What? Did someone dare you?" I deadpanned

"Uhm no actually, I just saw a beautiful girl sitting alone and I thought why not"

"Well you should have thought harder" I rolled my eyes and walked away already tired of that conversation

"You're early Miss Jones" Mr Mae said. He was actually one of the people I could tolerate in this school

I smiled a genuine smile, he wasn't that much older than me, probably 22 or 23

I don't speak much, unless I deem it necessary.

I went to the back of the class and sat down where I always sit. Mr Mae was staring at me, with a questioning gaze as if trying to figure me out. He was really handsome too. He looked like he worked out. Clean shaven, and always knew how to dress, amazingly beautiful grey eyes and the pinkest plump lips ever, they looked so juicy!

"Take a picture, it lasts longer" he said with a cheeky smile

"I have thousands of comebacks for that, but I'd rather not wound your ego" I said raising my eyebrow and dying of laughter inside as soon as his smile fell.

BRING!!

Thank goodness this was my last class.

"Bonjour classe"

"Bonjour monsieur"

And he was French....

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"Miss jones, come see me."

"Sir?"

"Call me Fabien"

"That's a bit inappropriate don't you think" I said narrowing my eyes

"No, not if you're going on a date with me "

"And who said I'm going on a date with you"

"Me"

"A bit too cocky don't you think?" I said trying to cover up my smile